Who Is Andrew Beattie?

Hello Reader,

Thank you.

It’s almost half past seven on a bank holiday Sunday weekend and it’s taken me this long to write again, precisely the amount of time between the last time I wrote to you and now, whatever period of time that is, exactly. I’ve been putting it off all weekend to be totally honest, inventing small tasks like making tea, drinking tea, smoking and moving items around my desk, so as to avoid sitting down to write to you about something or other. This however is neither here nor there as here I am and on I’ll go.

I’m growing to hate politics. I’ve never actually liked politics, it’s not my cup of tea at all, but up until around two weeks ago I had lived my life with complete indifference to politics, politicians and their policies. It was a wonderful arrangement that politics and I had and in return for my indifference I asked or wanted for nothing.

I was however totally aware that they, politicians, were and still are massive liars. I was also aware that they, the current lot in charge, were also guilty of murder on a large scale and that they were all, the lot of them, thieves. A great big load of villains, all of them, without exception, except for the good ones, who I’m not sure exist. So I was totally aware of the villainy then, but still totally indifferent. Shame on me.

I didn’t like the fact that these people with whom we freely give power are all villains but then for the most part they never impacted on my life in any way whatsoever, that I was openly aware of anyhow. They didn’t influence my choices, they didn’t change the way I thought, and they most certainly did not shape the path of my life. So why then should I have been anything other than indifferent. Well I shouldn’t should I?

Why is it then that a once totally politically indifferent person like me should be in any way hateful of a subject that I care to know so little about? Well its election time at present (I write in this manner so that my future politically active self can read this back and chortle with a little perspective on what is happening right around now) here in the UK, a time when we pick the latest lot of liars to lead our country into the next major conflict in the middle or far east and take us valiantly, waving flags as we go, into a huge implosion of the European markets, another matter of which I am proudly indifferent, and for at least the next four years. As such I cannot read the newspapers, watch the TV or live a normal human life without seeing Gordon Brown and Nick Clegg’s face and David Cameron’s ‘face’ and hear their shallow promises about health reform and nonsense regarding immigration, which in my opinion isn’t an issue at all, in the UK and worst of all I have to suffer as people that I have come to love and respect also talk about these very same ‘issues’ whilst guarding themselves from my limited respect. 

What is usually a massive lot of bollocks then has now been reduced to a massive lot of bollocks in which 3 grown adult men call each other and everyone else nasty names in front of the world via the media. They are hair pulling and happy slapping away from being the type of twat I hate the most in the world although I suspect at least one of them will make it into the higher echelons of this list within hours, possibly even before I finish writing.

But why do I care? Why, for the love of all that is sacred to me, do I give a flying fuck? Well you see I feel that I have to vote now and I can’t think who I should vote for and why the fuck they deserve a) my vote and more importantly, b) the time it will take me to vote. There is only one reason I’m even considering voting, but it is a biggie.

The BNP, what a massive bunch of cunts those guys are. For those of you who are not aware the BNP, or British National Party, are a band of politically charged racist thugs who because of the complete stupidity and endless ignorance of a selection of the UK’s population have received the slightest power in the UK and Europe. In some people’s eyes they are presently a credible political force. PAUSE FOR LAUGHTER. I use the word people loosely here as the only people who feel this way are clearly complete fucking fruit loops or/and inbred to within an inch of their cousins. These guys are Nazi’s by the way, I shouldn’t really have forgot to mention that, although they systematically deny it much in the same way I suspect that they would systematically have invaded Poland and so on and so forth had they been in power in Germany in the 1930’s. They are however in my opinion extremely dangerous, Nazi’s are dangerous, history has shown us this, and for that reason a vote for anyone else is a vote against the potential ramifications of giving these horrible bastards anything more than their currently limited power.

I probably should have taken a more active interest in politics, I am aware of this now. At present I have not a fucking clue who to vote for, or despite what I’ve written above whether or not I should vote at all. Maybe indifference was the answer after all.

So, who is it going to be? Well I’ll have to leave you in suspense good citizens of the world because I have no idea. I’d really rather hoped to have fitted in a little today about literature, what I have been up to, and what really happened that time I was at the circus. Next time maybe. Until then,

Look left, and right.

Cheerio,

Andrew Beattie

P.S. If it appears that I never found a reasonable conclusion with this week’s little rambling effort then you should really remember two things;

a) With politics and elections there is no reasonable conclusion

b) I never, ever, reach a reasonable conclusion, with anything